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Sometimes I feel like writing in my livejournal
So long I have spent wondering why this is the way things are.
Why can people make me feel so mediocre
...and why am I so confounded today? and what about?
I tell myself how [I imagine] things really are, but my mind is anchorless.
I can't just be the way I really want to be.
And I don't know where to find what I am looking for.
The reality is that the laughter and forgetting make me feel fine.
I am waiting perpetually and forever.
So long I have spent wondering why this is the way things are.
Why can people make me feel so mediocre
...and why am I so confounded today? and what about?
I tell myself how [I imagine] things really are, but my mind is anchorless.
I can't just be the way I really want to be.
And I don't know where to find what I am looking for.
The reality is that the laughter and forgetting make me feel fine.
I am waiting perpetually and forever.